Lucky

You always seem so lucky

You and your personality

Your looks and your charisma

Seem to always pull the crowd in

You’re a siren luring sailors to you

And your eyes are the coldest of blue

But I guess that’s why you think im the lucky one

Because while I draw close you push away

But I guess that’s the problem here

You’re living in your worst fear

Of insecurity

So I guess that makes me

Pretty lucky.

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